A Wednesday as snug as a bug spent drawing maps, making soups, and being on weather watch, the perfect preparation for todays wild hill walking. Waking with an intent to climb, to explore the bay in the the blizzards, I enshrouded myself in silk thermals, a hand knitted balaclava, dried mangos in my pocket, senses heightened. I saw shetland pony siblings, oystercatcher foot prints, hidden islands, unexpected lochs. A crucial day, the kindling of a new love for an exceptional place. I could have walked forever. It gets dark behind me while I warm my bones through, thawing out with hot tea. These are the days I'll savour.